This hydrant is cooler than me. And it's probably cooler than you.
In my mid-teens, these are the things I used to prove that I was cooler than you (despite so much evidence to the contrary): A copy of Plato’s Republic (library copy, largely unread and definitely not understood) that I carried everywhere, including to my first ever date.My love for the movie Jesus of Montreal. Or, … Continue reading On Jesus of Montreal
Make sure you're with someone who loves you enough to not let you spend your hard-earned money on a glass Tommy-gun. Although, $25 seemed like a bargain to me.
Look, I’ve been in Austin 9 years or so now and I’ve never once played the “It’s not as good as it used to be” card, so give me a moment here. I love Graffiti Park. I love it so much that I’ve made up its name rather than try to remember its real one. … Continue reading On Graffiti Park
Look, I don't know...I just love Halloween. Not everything...not having a costume. Not having kids banging on our door for candy. I like the creepiness. I like how, for one night, we all pretend to embrace the things that scare us. We allow ourselves to admit we're afraid, and then we spend money on those … Continue reading On Halloween